THE SIRENS SING.

my teachers told me, try and organize your thoughts. said, the way your mind wanders, girl, you're sure to get lost. and the doctors agreed and gave me pills that i could take until i'd be old enough to self-medicate. well, fast forward ten years and now i'm drunk here out on the fire escape with the moon, dear, don't it look pretty great? it always leaves but comes back to me and lately, i'm counting things. i can count on too. come back to me. so i'm just hanging around trying to pass the time. 'cause i hear it heals all wounds and eventually decides. for me. i'll just sit here and watch my choices tick away and maybe find someone to distract me while i wait. so i guess i'm okay, but when i hear the sirens sing, i wish they were singing for me. i've made mistakes but help is coming. i called out late and someone was listening. but with your hand on my pulse, you claim i'm ill-advised. you say, look at me now. don't shut those dyslexic eyes. so your heart's a slow learner and those drugs are its disguise. well, it's a clear costume, you might as well not try to hide. at least your heart is trying and the strange thing about this life is that no one fits in quite right. does your heartbeat seem like a lie, the way it just don't feel right inside? well, so does mine. alright, so does mine. don't come back to me like a memory, no, stay here with me like a family.